When i visited him at his campus [MF]

It’s past 10 pm and we’re in your deserted hostel. Some intercollege fest had caused a flood of people to go to the audi and you smirk slightly as you open your room. The minute we’re in, you start nipping my neck, like you have to devour me before I go. But I don’t give in too easily as I pull away from those full lips of yours and pull you towards the bed. You’re confused as to why I’m not letting you have your way as I push you onto the bed. “Sit back and relax. I’m gonna let you have some fun this time.” I say.

You’re still suprised as I start stripping for you, the black lace accentuating the lush curves. I throw the slightly damp thong at you and you smile as you catch it midair. Within minutes, I’m naked and I ravage my bag for the pair of handcuffs I’d brought with me, which surprisingly, didn’t catch your eye. You just smile with delight as I climb on to you, my skin scorching with your impatience.

I can see you [anal][cheating][slut wife][voy][cuck][FM/FM][Fsub][Mdom] (x-post)

I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.

Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.

A Week Of Fantasy Island [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

# Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight in Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required. Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.

I can see you [cheating][slut wife][cuck][fmm][dom/sub] (x-post)

I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.

Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it.

Fantasy For a Day

**Fantasy for a Day**

I’m a writer, among other things. Though I find all the stereotypical things sexy that most men would find when it comes to being attracted to a woman, having sex, etc., I realize there are places where my high sex drive and artistic vision intersect that are not common to most men. Currently, I write literary erotica alongside my traditional literary work (though the erotic is almost always published under a nomb de plume), and will continue to do so, but I wanted to do something new and unique with my sex drive and artistic endeavors. That’s what this series, Fantasy for a Day, is all about.

I work in public a lot, writing and researching in places all over the Cleveland area. There are many beautiful women at the establishments I frequent, women that incessantly interrupt my work with the fantasies I can’t help but have about them. I want to share those fantasies with you, fantasies that arise in the places you are familiar with, fantasies about women you might know…perhaps fantasies about you.

Not a Lipstick Lesbian- The Nurse [MF]

The Nurse

The beginning

“Well if I get the fuckin’ fanstastic title then I am going to keep working at the naughty. Maybe throw in some selfish and wicked … but in my “sweet” way. ;) ”

Her reply to me after we had re-engaged in the summer in 2014.

June 2012

She had hit on my Ashley-Madison profile right away, within a few days of me posting it. I said that I had been re-reading her profile, as I had seen she read mine, and waited, wanting to reply. She wrote right back. She was looking for an older man, interviewed some, but no one had appealed to her yet.

We were both looking for something we needed, and not getting it in our mate. 

We exchanged a bunch of emails that first week. She was attached, married. I was separated. In her second email, she told me she was a lesbian, well, bi-sexual, married to her “Mrs” as she referred to her wife. She wanted sex with a man, an older, experienced man. Did I have a problem with that? She’d wait to see if I replied before she would want to talk more or meet.

*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!* (Part II)

**II**

“This is going to be so fun!” I heard the voice exclaim from above me. My girlfriend, my dearest girlfriend, had pawned me off onto a relative stranger that had what I imagine a bigger pet fetish that myself. I was on the ground, my latex boy shorts sat underneath a simple belted harness that held in a faux-pup tail (one that wasn’t also a plug). A matching leather harness cross crossed my shoulders and the two silver rings in combination with the straps held up my perky tits and highlighted my nipples. This was standard puppy attire but I wasn’t aware of who decided this would be my outfit to greet my new owner.

I watched intently the brown, knee length boots as they pivoted left and right and talked to my girlfriend about her weekend plans. Eventually, the focus was turned towards me.

The Website [FM][Voyeur][Saints row]

It had been a long and exhausting day. Alfredo pushed the key into the lock and turned it sighing deeply. Unlocking his front door, he stepped inside, dropped his work bag by the door and closed it behind him. Taking in a deep breath, he loosened the tie around his neck and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a cold soda from the fridge, he wandered into the living room. Slumping down on the sofa, cracking open the can and chugging down half of it. Alfredo let out a loud sigh of relief as he sat there for a moment. Grabbing the remote control from the arm of the sofa, he flicked on the TV. It slowly whirred to life as the familiar shapes of Leonard and Sheldon appeared, of course the Big Bang Theory. He threw the controller to the coffee table and reached down the side of the sofa. Grabbing his prize, he pulled it up onto his lap. Lifting the lid of the laptop, he powered it up and logged in.Surfing through his Facebook page, he liked a few statues and generally got comfortable catching up on his network of friends. After a few moments, his screen flashed up, a huge pop up appeared covering his screen.

Alexis Ren Moves Into The Neighborhood (Part I) [MF][Cheating][Celeb]

If you were to tell me a couple days ago, that a model and an internet celebrity that has been on the cover of one of the most famous magazine in the world is going to move into my neighborhood, I would have laughed at you and called you mad. But sometimes impossible things become possible. And that’s exactly what happened with me.

This story starts off with me leaving for work one morning. It was business as usual, getting into the car, opening the garage door and pulling out of the driveway to start another shitty day. I had just fought with my wife and wasn’t in the best of moods as I drove down our street. Now I don’t usually go checking people out while I am driving but this one girl caught my attention. She was out walking her dog in her skin tight fitness gear. Everything from a neon yellow sports bra to black yoga pants. The way her hips swayed as she walked and the bounce of those ass cheeks nearly made me crash into a car pulling out of a driveway.

All the Power, Part 11.2 [Str8] [MFFFFF] [Mdom] [oral] [anal] [fantasy]

*Here’s 11.2. It has the sexy bits. I will post a link to 11.1 in the comments. Feedback very much encouraged.*

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“Ohhh…oww…ohh…ehhh..owww,” the concubine Mayra cried out in a sort of grunt-moan.

His Supremacy was sitting back on a U-shaped chair. Mayra was on her knees in front of Him, pushing her ass back and forth, impaling it with His cock, pleasuring Him with her tight asshole. Tetenia remembered seeing this during the Ceremony of Devotion. It had made an impression on her – but, right now, she had other things on her mind. She had arrived in His Sacred Presence over an hour late.

“Ahh, that’s nice and tight, Mayra, that’s fucking good,” His Supremacy said, reclining in His chair as Mayra impaled herself. The usual array of concubines, term servants, guardians and officials were bowing down to Him. The concubine Rubeila and the Queen Priestess Karina were both kneeling beside His chair with their tits out, so He could grab them if He wished. The contrast between His Supremacy’s relaxation and repose and the pained effort of Mayra was striking.

“Ehh…ahh…ehh,” Mayra shouted, her eyes bulging.